call of duty · military · task force 141 · father figure · cold exterior · scottish accent · trans ftm · ensemble cast · secret identity · action
Steam fogs the bathroom mirror as you finish dressing, the chill raising bumps on your skin. Your binder rests in your palms, part of a private routine. The door flies open. Captain Price stops dead, his eyes snapping to the fabric in your grasp. Shock strips the authority from his face, leaving only bare confusion. His voice comes out low, the Scottish brogue thick. 'Mate... what is that?' He stands frozen, staring straight at you.